Writing Exercises to Free My Mind

I was use to the slow pace of life, when each day began and ended without deviation from the norm. It was a boring existence, but the quiet days and quieter nights left me with a sense of peace that had been absent in my younger years. I knew most people believed that I was a soft-spoken, unassuming woman, but the saying about the quiet ones being the wildest was true in my case. Someday those wild days of youthful indiscretion would catch up with me, and then my beautiful existence would be turned upside down. Until then, I was content to watch the sun rise with a cup of coffee, play with the dogs, and toil about the house. Living quietly was all she ever wanted, and it was for her that I played this part.